Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

7

"Are you excited?" I ask Tom, sitting on his hotel bed as he got ready for the premiere for Civil War.

"Yes, definitely. However, I wish you could be there too." Tom stops what he's doing to come and give me a kiss. We haven't gone out on a date yet, unless you count the ones in my apartment. This is my third time to his hotel room, and the first time was a brief moment because he needed something and I happened to be walking home, he picked me up and yeah. The second time was to help him pick out something to wear for one of his interviews.

This time, I'm here to simply be here, hang out as he gets ready for the big premiere.

"For Spider-Man Homecoming, you're definitely coming with me." Tom adds, going back to the mirror to continue fixing his hair.

"I don't know about that." I shake my head, getting comfy on his nice, expensive bed. "I might just take a trip back home so that I won't be able to make it."

"You'd love it." Tom smiles at me.

"I'm totally fine with not finding out if I do." I smile back. "How much more time do you have?"

"Um, I have two hours." Tom says after looking at his clock. "I figured I'd get ready, we'd go back to your place, help you pack."

"Help me pack? You mean, keep me from packing?" I wink.

"Why can't you wait a couple more weeks until I go back home? That way we can fly together." Tom adds.

"Because I haven't seen my family in forever and I can't wait a couple more weeks." I frown.

"You leave, and when you come back, I'll be leaving. I'll be up there for a while. I won't be able to see you." Tom frowns, standing in front of the bed, taking my hands into his. I smile sadly at his sadness, getting off the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"We'll FaceTime, call, and text everyday. Who knows, maybe something will come up and I have to stay in England longer than I planned. Or you'll have to stay here a couple more days. It'll be fine, it'll work. Before you know it, you'll be back here shooting Spider-Man." I smile, swaying back and forth with him.

"You make it sound like it's not a big deal."

"Because if I make it a big deal, then I'll be stressing out and I won't want to ever leave you." I shrug nonchalantly. "Now, go get ready."

I peck his lips before diving onto the bed, curling up in the sheets that still smell like him. I giggle and wrap the blankets around me like a burrito.

"You're so cute." Tom shakes his head before walking away.

After Tom finally finished getting ready, he called a cab and we made it back to my place. We would've walked, but I didn't want him ruining his suit before the big premiere. Once we were at my place, I finished packing, however Tom was being a turd and kept unpacking my things when I went to grab something else, so the process took longer than it should've been.

"Wait, what am I doing? I still have clothes there." I mumble, staring at my suitcase. "I just need a duffle bag with my necessities and a spare change of clothes just in case."

"Then why did you just pack all of this?" Tom asks, gesturing to the suitcase that is laying all nice and zipped up on my bed.

"Because I'm idiotic and stressed out." I grunt, unzipping the bag, grabbing my necessities and throwing them in my duffle bag, that doesn't smell like sweat. I throw the duffle bag down the hall, pick up my suitcase and drop it in my closet, then I crawl onto my bed and lay face first into my pillows.

"Come here." Tom mumbles, opening his arms as he lays on my bed next to me. I roll over into his arms. I take in a deep breath and lay my head on his chest.

"I don't want to leave anymore." I whisper.

"Why is that?"

"I just want to stay here with you." I mumble, nuzzling my head into him. Tom chuckles and lightly awes, kissing the top of my head.

"Just like you said, before you know it, we'll be back here and I'll be shooting Spider-Man."

I look up at him, sticking my lip out as I pout. Tom simply kisses my pouting lips. I respond quickly, deepening the kiss. But, I force myself to stop, giving him another kiss before getting up and off the bed.

"Can't have you being late." I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I walk out of my room.

Walking down the hallway, I'm lifted off my feet, being raised up in the air, Tom screaming like a warrior, causing me to bust out laughing.

Tom sets me back down on my feet once we reach the door. I laugh and cup his cheek.

"I'm so glad I met you." I tell him before kissing him. "Now, we need to go."

"But, I just ran to shave down some time." Tom whines.

"You're cute, but that's not how it works." I laugh, picking up my duffle bag, throwing it over onto my shoulder. I walk out the door, Tom in tow with a frown.

Once we get outside, I see the nice black car that's here to pick him up.

Tom simply slips his hand into mine, smiling down at me. The driver gets out and opens the door for him, nodding his head at us.

"Text me when you're boarding, text me when you land, call me when you get home, and please stay safe." Tom begs, turning me to look at him.

"Okay, I will. Text me when you get home, then we can call and you can tell me all about it. Stay safe too, and remember, you're not old enough to drink yet here in America, so don't get into any trouble without me."

"No promises." Tom smiles.

"Okay, I'll see you soon." I take in a deep breath.

"Before you know it." Tom nods.

I give him a big hug, nearly crushing him. Tom takes my face into his and kisses me passionately.

"Bye, Lizzie Bizzie." Tom winks.

"You really need to work on that nickname." I cringe. "Bye, Movie star."

"You know, I really regret telling you about that." Tom shakes his head.

"No you don't." I laugh, shaking my head. I kiss him once more before he gets into the car.

I wave as he drives away, seeing his hand stick out the window and wave back. I frown when I call a cab, it now being my turn to leave. I didn't think this would hurt so badly.